DSF Chapter 1

"Friends in the live broadcast room, now I have arrived at the designated place. I will raise the phone higher. Let's see if this is here?"

Zong Qi glanced at the one hundred and fifty-three people watching in the live broadcast room, feeling gloomy in his heart.

　He didn’t know how long he would have to stream just to reach the minimum viewer count this month while relying on the people from the past half an hour.

If the guaranteed number of views is not reached, he will not have enough money to eat this month. The new landlord has also warned that if he doesn't pay the rent arrears by this Saturday, he will be kicked out with his luggage.

Poor, he was really poor, extremely poor.

Zong Qi is a college student whose graduation was unfortunately delayed and is also working as a supernatural anchor of a small live broadcast platform.

With the development of the Internet, the emerging industry of online live broadcasting has begun to emerge.

There are game anchors who specialize in playing games, show anchors who specialize in singing and dancing, and even chat anchors who chat with fans every day.

Ghost-detecting anchors are a type of outdoor anchors. Their daily live broadcast content is to explore and broadcast live at various supernatural places in the city, bringing excitement to the audience.

Zong Qi has no other special qualities, except that he has a relatively optimistic personality and is good-looking.

As a result, the platform did not pay attention to his personality when signing the contract with him. In the end, it was his face that played a decisive role.

Because of this face, the live broadcast company even customized a set of plans for him.

What no one expected was that Zong Qi got the mobile phone issued by the company and silently studied various live broadcast areas on the platform. After discovering the gap between himself and other versatile anchors, he silently entered the outdoor supernatural exploration area.

Everyone: ""

What a waste of natural resources!

Zong Qi can't say whether he believes in ghosts or gods.

Because he has never experienced any unnatural phenomena around him since he was a child. If he has really encountered a ghost, then he will believe it. If he has never seen this problem, it will be decided. In short, it is Chinese-style Schrödinger's materialism.

　It’s fine to change your viewpoint after meeting a ghost. You can even increase your life experience, a blood price

As for why Zong Qi is working as an anchor even though he is a college student, it is mainly because he was deferred from graduation this year.

It all started with two unexpectedly missing practical credits.

At least I passed the thesis and defense, and I just need to wait until September when school starts to make up for the missing practical credits to get my diploma.

As for his major

Zong Qi studied directing. This major means you will be unemployed immediately after graduation. Without connections, it is difficult to get into the crew and make a living.

So before that, Zong Qi, who did not have a diploma, had no choice but to embark on a career path of no return, webcasting, which did not require any threshold and could make a living.

Just when he was distracted, a few barrages appeared on the screen of his mobile phone.

【Hey! It’s really the Zaohua Renxin Mental Hospital in Jiangzhou!  respect streamer, I salute your bravery]

[Bullshit, everyone just said yesterday that not many supernatural anchors on the entire network dare to come here, so we're going to do something about it today]

[There is no place that the anchor does not dare to go. Didn’t he also go to the caring kindergarten that was rumored to be haunted before? Even though the anchor is still in school and is still young, his courage is absolutely appropriate, and he is better than many big brothers in society]

[It’s just that, alas, there are really few people in the anchor’s live broadcast room. Such conscientious anchors are really rare now. I hope I can wait until the day when it becomes popular]

This time Zongqi chose the location for soul searching at Zaohua Renxin Psychiatric Hospital in Jiangzhou City.

This mental hospital is famous in Jiangzhou City.

As long as Jiangzhou's weird stories are mentioned, this hospital will never be avoided.

Obviously, many viewers in the live broadcast room also knew this.

But you know what you know, and the necessary introduction is still indispensable.

So Zong Qi cleared his throat and started his own elaborated version of the background introduction.

"Twenty years ago, a mysterious fire broke out in this mental hospital."

He showed the scorched marks on the old walls of Gaofang Hospital to the audience in the live broadcast room, "The specific cause of the fire cannot be verified. Some said it was because of an unexpected medical accident and the fire accidentally broke out, while others said it was because of the hospital's management of the fire. We collect money to do things privately, and many normal people are imprisoned. They have grudges and deliberately set fires."

"All in all, the fire caused great damage at that time. Many mental patients who were locked in the room because of their serious illness were burned alive in the fire."

"After the fire, the hospital moved to the western suburbs, leaving only this lonely old building. Over the years, there have been many rumors of being haunted in this abandoned building. The most famous one is probably the ghost-detection live broadcast incident. .”

The tone of his jokes was different from usual. In order to create an atmosphere, Zong Qi lowered his voice and spoke in a straight tone. With the charred building behind him, it really felt so chilly.

Needless to say, this trick was really effective and frightened many viewers at once.

[I am particularly impressed by this place. My grandfather always said that although the quality of life has improved, people have also become worse, and the crime rate is getting higher year by year. News of this kind of fire would have been shocking twenty years ago, but how different it is now]

【really. But I remember there was an anchor who immediately quit after coming here. But if I have to say it, you won’t be able to do this job for long. I can count the number of times I’ve done it for more than two years. I hope the anchor can persevere.]

[I have started shaking in front of the screen]

[This place is really weird. After watching the live broadcast twice, I became a fan. Anyway, the anchor must pay attention to safety]

Seeing that the live broadcast effect he wanted was achieved, Zong Qi showed a kind smile.

"Okay, old guys, I've been scared of anchors since I was a kid. I've heard this kind of information about eighty times. Who dares to do this is a coward?"

As he spoke, he walked forward with his phone in hand.

Bypassing the withered grass and wasteland, he crouched across the ruins, crossed the dirty yellow and black warning lines on the ground, and finally arrived at the entrance of the hospital.

The hospital door was in disrepair for a long time. Two tattered rusty doors were hanging on the door frames. The edges were rolled into dark yellow, leaving only a small dark crack inside.

Zong Qi's eyes passed over the edge of the iron gate without leaving any trace.

He had only visited this place a few days ago, and the door was still open when he came.

Looking at it now, it seems as if someone has covered it from the inside, which is very strange.

There are also routines for live streaming of spirit exploration.

Zong Qi knew that many of his peers would not only visit the locations for supernatural live broadcasts in advance, but would also write their own scripts, ask some of their peers to be actors to perform with them, and even arrange all kinds of props that they had arranged to pretend to be gods and ghosts at the scene in advance, so that they could look like themselves. Become a director.

Zong Qi never plays this trick.

Not only because the places he chooses are basically places that ordinary soul-searching anchors would not dare to go to, but the most important thing is that every time he searches for souls, there will be some weird accidents.

For example, last time he went to search for spirits on a road prone to accidents, he was accidentally scratched by a passing vehicle. Zong Qi directly called the police on the road. Finally, the police came. After educating the driver, they accidentally discovered that the other party was selling drugs in the car. They confiscated the stolen goods on the spot and handcuffed the driver away.

Another example is the last time I went exploring in the basement of a kindergarten, I accidentally uncovered an old child sexual abuse case, and the police swept away all the people and evidence.

Another example is the last time I went on an expedition to a textile factory. I accidentally discovered that there were landmines left over from the revolutionary period under the factory. I was so shocked that the superiors immediately dispatched special police to conduct an emergency evacuation of the surrounding area.

Almost all the senior officials of the Jiangzhou City Police Department were familiar with him, and they looked at him like they were looking at Conan, the walking god of death.

Many of the dozen or so new viewers brought in this time came from the Legal Newspaper, and there were even grandfather-like figures who wore reading glasses and posted barrages, which inadvertently gave him publicity.

In this regard, Zong Qi himself was also helpless.

This may be a physical problem that cannot be changed unless reincarnated.

"Now that we're at the door, let's stop talking nonsense and let the soul searching officially begin."

Zong Qi looked down at his watch and showed the pointer to the audience in the live broadcast room: "It is exactly 12 o'clock at noon. Everyone knows that midnight is the time when the yin is the heaviest. Logically speaking, the corresponding noon time It should be the most yang energy."

"But as the saying goes, things must be reversed when they are extreme. When Yang Qi is at its strongest, it breeds Yin Qi, because after noon there is Shaoyin, which coincides with the principle of Tai Chi Diagram. Yin Qi that can exist at noon must be extremely evil, so this We will conduct soul exploration later, and either we will escape unscathed, or we will..."

[I know this question, or the anchor will solve another case, nose picking.jpg]

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I’m laughing so hard, grab the bamboo shoots! Everyone, please save some face for the anchors and some food for the giant pandas! 】

[Cough cough cough, everyone is welcome to watch the Exploring (Law) Spirit (Government) program that is broadcast regularly every Wednesday at noon on the XX live broadcast platform]

"Go, go, be serious, there will definitely be no accidents this time!"

Zong Qi muttered dissatisfiedly and reached out to push the door open.

Surprisingly, the door couldn't be pushed open.

The black-haired young man looked inside with a flashlight and found that there were two layers of bricks inside the door.

So he put a little force on his wrist.

"Crunch——"

The old iron gate made a shattering sound like a blower, opening up a path that only allowed one person to pass through.

The cold wind blew out from the darkness, bringing with it an old and rotten atmosphere that made people's hair stand on end.

"Why is the door blocked? Is there a homeless person moving in?"

Zong Qi lowered his head and glanced at the red bricks he pushed to the door.

At first glance, this placement was placed from the inside, and paired with the background of the abandoned mental hospital, it instantly felt a lot cooler.

[Not only has there been a fire here, it’s also haunted. Which homeless person with such a big heart would dare to live here?

[That is, host, do you think everyone is you? 】

[Let me make a prediction, it will definitely not be a homeless man, but probably a new criminal suspect! 】

[Yes, history will repeat itself! 】

Zong Qi didn't care about the people's tricks in the live broadcast room. He nimbly jumped over the door with a flashlight and walked into the mental hospital.

"What you see now is the corridor and the lobby on the first floor that were supposed to be the mental hospital."

It was dark inside the door, and the bright sunshine at noon outside was swimming outside the boarded-up window lattice, unable to penetrate at all.

The corridor is surrounded by broken and charred walls, rolling all the way from the ceiling on the first floor to the corners, which is enough to show the intensity of the fire upstairs.

There was only one person's footsteps in the huge and deep corridor.

While the barrage was discussing the surrounding environment, Zongqi deliberately used a flashlight to shine at his feet.

This place has been abandoned for a long time, and the ground is covered with thick dust. As long as someone walks there, they will leave footprints. When he came three days ago, he just stepped on the corner and walked around, trying not to leave any traces on the ground.

Now there is clearly a road where the dust has been swept away on the ground.

Zong Qi gestured secretly, and it looked like someone was dragging something heavy.

After discussing the environment, the barrage also saw this abnormality.

【Um? Why is the dust on the ground gone? 】

[Looking at the width, it looks a bit like what was left when something crawled on the ground]

[Damn it, the big brother upstairs, your association skills are too strong, you gave me a shock at noon when your barrage came out]

[Okay, that’s it for today’s live broadcast, I’ll give you a retreat first]

[Aren’t you the ones upstairs? Nowadays, there are no scripts for Tan Ling. Most of them are created by the host himself to scare you]

"Look at the traces. If it's not a homeless person, then it's a naughty kid who came in and caused mischief."

Zong Qi made the final decision, "Don't let all your thoughts be filled with supernatural beings. I, the anchor, am a righteous person, immune to evil spirits, and will be a new generation of socialist successor with upright roots."

Zong Qi was really right about this.

He was born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, which is the day when Yang Qi is the strongest in the whole year. His horoscope is even more tough. He has never had a cold since he was a child. He has sufficient energy and blood. His hands and feet are always hot all year round, and it is like he can shine by himself. A hot stove.

While interacting with the audience in the live broadcast room, he walked up the stairs to the second floor along the traces of dust swept away.

As soon as we arrived on the second floor, something unexpected happened.

Zong Qi didn't know where he stepped on the wooden structure, and there was an eerie tingling sound under his feet.

When he lowered his head to check, a black shadow flew past the camera, and many of the trembling viewers in front of the screen immediately screamed in fear.

"What shadow?"

After seeing the barrage, Zong Qi asked with interest, held up a flashlight, and walked directly in the direction indicated by the live broadcast room.

Zong Qi majored in directing.

This major sounds awesome, but in fact, after studying it, I realized that it is a snake oil major. Not only do you have to take the required courses for directing, but you also need to learn more and more things related to filmmaking such as acting, photography, screenwriting, production, etc. point.

It would be unreasonable to let him do the live broadcast, and he can only show it during the camera movement.

The light swept across both sides of the corridor, and you could still see the shocking unknown black marks on the iron door.

Looking at the particularly horrifying scene on the screen, the audience gasped in fear, while Zong Qi, the instigator, continued to explain without changing his expression.

"These are the wards of the mental hospital at the time. There are iron locks outside the doors for reinforcement. As for the black marks you see, they are most likely the blood marks that were picked out by the fingers of the mentally ill people who were unable to escape the fire at that time. Good guy. Case solved, it’s a rat.”

A plump gray mouse squatted behind the dust, kicked its hind legs as soon as the light came over, and ran quickly out of sight.

The audience who had not yet breathed: ""

No, you are too calm! ! !

There is basically not much suspense in the next ghost exploration, and most of them are just barrages to scare themselves.

Zong Qi moved all the way from the ward to the dining room, and even went to the third floor, where the fire was most serious, to look around, groping around, and screaming in fear.

"It just sounds like bluffing here, but it's actually not interesting at all. I'll listen to you. First, follow the traces on the ground that you saw before."

After walking around, Zong Qi felt that the spirit exploration this time was a little less exciting, so he simply followed Danmaku's suggestion of trying to cause trouble and returned to the first floor.

The ground was still the same as he had seen it when he entered.

The traces snaked from the door to the depths of the first floor, and finally turned into the abandoned toilet on the first floor.

Zong Qi used a flashlight to look over there and found footprints scattered far in front of the toilet door. These footprints were very messy and covered with a layer of dust. It looked like they were not new and they were probably a few years old.

"Since it points to the bathroom, then"

While he was talking, two crisp "ding dongs" suddenly came from the phone.

SMS alert tone.

Zong Qi's eyelids twitched, and the next second, the voice of automatic reading came from the barrage reader.

【Want to export a horror movie that is thrilling enough】

[Congratulations on obtaining the internal beta qualification for horror film directors, signing actors with development potential, producing works that suit your aesthetics, and building your own film and television empire! 】

Seeing that it was a text message, Zong Qi felt bad in his heart.

Sure enough, when he lowered his head, he saw that the live broadcast room that was live broadcasting just now turned black, indicating that the connection had been disconnected.

His mobile phone was issued by the live broadcast platform, and its performance is pretty good. However, there is a minor problem. When calls or text messages are sent in, the live broadcast signal will be unstable. It is also common for there to be no service for a short period of time after being disconnected. thing.

Zong Qi will definitely not make such a low-level mistake. He turned on the settings to reject text messages and phone calls before starting the live broadcast.

How did this spam advertisement come in? It can also accurately target his major.

“In the era of big data, there is really no privacy at all.”

Zong Qi sighed, cut off the half-read text message, and directly pressed the delete button.

"Click."

The text message was thrown into the recycle bin by the owner with one click.

There were only a few viewers, and the connection was accidentally disconnected at the most exciting place. Zong Qi could imagine the follower drop notification he would see when he logged in to the backstage later.

"well."

Zong Qi was a little frustrated. He pressed and held the power button on his phone and walked into the cubicle with a flashlight, planning to wait until he came back and reconnected before continuing.

However, what Zong Qi didn't know was that in his pocket, the screen of his unattended mobile phone lit up without any warning.

[No potential problems are detected, the terms of service are activated, and the "Horror Film Director" program starts to install automatically]

This time, it wasn’t a text message prompt that popped up.

The blood-red words appeared directly on the lock screen, and the yin-yang fish, one black and one white, gradually appeared, fitting into a Tai Chi pattern, as if flowing, glowing with an ominous light.

【1%10%53%78%91%100%】

[The mini program has been automatically installed on your phone]

[The only qualified director after the restart, welcome your entry]

Almost at the same time, countless other mobile phones also received prompts in the background.

[Attention all actors, director "Q" is already in place]

The difference is that the programs on these mobile phones are all called "Horror Movie Actors".

There is only one small program on a mobile phones in the world called "Horror Film Director".

Far away, the paintbrush suddenly drew a dark blue mark on the white canvas.

The man suddenly raised his eyes, his pupils hidden behind his plain lenses were filled with unclear dark light, and he stared at the lumps of paint floating on the tip of the pen with an indifferent expression.

In the distance, the bright sunlight moves in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, silently deep in the studio.

——Someone got the sole director qualification before him.